Small wonder you've not heard from herShe's gone now, back in englandShe got spirit, will go fartherBut she can't see the romance in the colour of your schemesThe colour of your schemes . . . ohBut you know and i that all girls are flyAnd all men must die for their carsWhy blunder? there's no wonderYou've been feeling six foot underMake it happen, you: it could happenBut don't forget to turn the light off if you're last to leaveIf you're last to leave here''cause you know and i that all girls are flyAnd all men must die for their carsAnd you know and i that all men are flyAnd all girls must die, or somethingTo fade